Page 155 of Tenderfoot

He released my nipple, and with hand still in my hair, brought my mouth to his.

“Fuck me harder, Javi,” I begged.

He did, muttering, “My sweet little good girl, but when she’s full of my dick, she’s my slutty, hot piece of ass.”

FYI, Javi could get in the mood to talk dirty.

I frigging loved it.

“Yeah,” I agreed on a pant, bouncing and squeezing, squeezing and bouncing.

“Come,” he grunted.

I didn’t think I was back there yet, but the instant he told me to, I exploded, tightening all my limbs around him and crying out his name.

He rammed me down on him and groaned into my chest.

After a few lovely moments, he fell forward, and I let out an “Oof!” when he landed on me. But no matter how big he was, I adored taking his weight.

Then again, he never made me bear it for very long before he took some of it from me.

Like now.

Thus commenced our stroking, nuzzling and cuddling portion of the morning, which was almost (but not quite) as good as the sex.

Eventually, he lifted his head.

“Clean up and coffee,” he said.

I nodded.

As was Javi’s way, he carried me to the bathroom, and after he set me on the edge of the vanity, with kisses on my lips and neck, he cleaned between my legs.

When he was done, he rinsed and smoothed the cloth on the edge of his sink (it still troubled me a little how careful he was with everything he owned, but on the other hand, it was great to have a guy who cared about that kind of thing) and said, “Be back with coffee.”

I nodded again.

Even though I could do it on my own, he helped me hop off the counter then went to the bedroom.

I followed him, seeing him pull on a pair of loose shorts before he headed out.

I tugged on one of his tees and went back to the bathroom to do my morning gig.

Suffice it to say, I was developing another morning ritual, and I liked this one a whole lot better than my other one.

I was in bed with my brush, brushing my hair, when Javi came back with the coffee.

Another part of our morning ritual was him setting mine on my nightstand before he crawled over me to his side of the bed.

I always enjoyed the show.

And I loved that he didn’t bother to walk to his side of the bed, instead, he crawled over me so he could give me the show up close and personal.

All around, I was just falling in love with this guy.

Think that might freak me?

Oh no.

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